She scares me
Because I see so much
Of me in her.

So much of the
Broken and disheartened
Me within her

But then I remember
She didn't have to
Make excuses for her
Black eye at work.

Shes a fake.

She brandished
Copies. Fake plastic pieces
As a weapon against me.

Parading a cloak make of
All the cracks my heart felt
When my skull splintered
On a concrete kerb.

But she still scares me.
Because if she came to
My own wedding

I don't know if I could
Summon the anger to
Toss her out.

She's scary because
She pretends.
So well, that I almost believed
Her story

Until I realised it was mine
She stole it
She stole it and tried to pretend
My saviour was the cause
Of her collapse

I'm not going to lie.
She scares me.
She's not a psychopath.
She lacks an anti-social disorder.

She scares me because
She simply means to
Destroy me.